The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1887-09-08

and magnitude and eternity of meaning.
you would, with streaming eyes, and trem-
bling voice, and agitated hand, write it out
in those four living capitals, HOME.
What right does woman want that ID
grander than TO be queen in such a realm2
Why, the eagles of Heaven cannot fy
across that dominion. Horses, painting
and with lathered TANKS. are not swift
enough to run to the outpost of that realm,
They say that the sun never sets upon the
English empire; but have to tell you that
on this realm of woman's influence eter.
nifty never marks any bound. Isabella fed
from the Spanish throne, pursued by the
nations anathema; but she who is queen in
home will never lose her throne, and
death itself will only be the annexation Of
heavenly principaIities.
When you want to get your grandest idea
of queen you do not think of Catharine
of Russia, or of Anne of England, or
Marie Theresa of Germany; hut when you
want to get your grandest idea of a queen
you think of the plain woman who sat OPP
poslte your father nj the table, or walked
with him arm in arm down lifes pathway;
sometimes to the thanksgiving banquet,
sometimes to the grave, but always together
soothing your petty griefs, correcting
your childish waywardness. Joining in your
infantile sports, listening to your evening
prayers, toiling for you with needle or at
the spinning-wheel, and on cold nights
wrapping you up snug and warm. And
then Mt last, on that day when she lay in
the back room dying, and you saw her
take those thin hands with which she toiled
for you so long and put them together in a
dying prayer that commended you to the
God whom she had taught you to trust-O,
gha fha nOaGnl Tho rhoriofo NF n al
came down TO fetch her, and as she went
in all Heaven rose up. You cannot think
OF her now without a rush of tenderness
that stirs the deep foundations of your soul,
and you feel as much a child again az when
you cried on her lap; aud if you could
bring her back again TO speak Just once
more your name as tenderly as she used to
speak it you would be willing to throw
yourself on the ground and kiss the sod
that covers her, crying: "Mother, motherl"
All, she was the queen-she was the queen.
Now, can You tell me how many thousand
miles woman like that would have to
travel down before she got to the ballot
I box? Compared with this work of train
ing kings and queens for God and eternity,
how insignificant seems all this work of
voting for aldermen and common council
men, and sheTiffs, and constables, and
such grand woman as l have described,
how many thousands would you want of
those people who go in the round of god
lessness and fashion and dissipation, dis
torting their body until in their monstrosi-
ties they seem to outdo the dromedary and
hippopotamus! going as far toward dis
graceful apparel as they dare go so as not
to be arrested of the police-their behavior
sorrow to the good and a caricature Of the
Vicious, and an insult to that God who
made them women and not gorgOns; and
tramping on, down through frivolous and
dissipated life, to temporal and eternal
damnation.
0, woman, with the lightning of your
soul, strike dead at your feet all these al
lurements to dissipation and to fashion.
Your immortal soul cannot be fed upon
such garbage. God calls you mp to en-
pire and dominion. Will you have it2 o,
give to God your heart; give to God your
best energies; give to God all your culture;
give to God all your refinement, give your
self to Him, for ths world and the next.
Soon all these bright nYNs will be quenched,
and these voices will lie hushed. For the
last time you will look upon this fair
earth. Fathers hand, mothers hand,
sisters hand, child's Land will be no more
come up cold wlnL rom the Jordan, and
you must start VIII It be lone woman
on trackless moor? All! no. Jesus will
come up in that hour and offer His hand,
and He will say: "You stood by me when
You were we'll; now will not desert you
when you are sick" One wave of His
hand, and the stor-l will drop; and an
other wave of His hand, and midnight
shall break into midnoon; and another
wave of His hand, and the chamberlains
of God will come down from the treasure
houses of Heaven with robes lustrous,
blood washed, and heaven glinted, in which
you will array yourself for the marriage
supper of the Lamb. AID then with
Miriam, who struck the mbrel of the
Red Sea; and with Deborah, who led the
Lords host into the fight; and with Han
nah, who gave her Samuel to the Lord;
and with Mary, who rocked Jesus to sleep
while there were angels singing in the air;
and with Flor Nightingale, who bound
up The battle ounds of the Crimea, you
will, from the chalice of God, drink to the
souls eternal rescue.
One twilight after I had been playing
with the children for some time, laid
down on the lounge to rest. The children
said, play more. Children always want to
play more. And, half asleep and half
awake, seemed to dream this dream. It
seemed to me that was in q far distant
land not Persia, although more than
oriental luxuriance crowned the cities; nor
the tropics-although more than tropical
fruitfulness filled the gardens; nor Italy
although more tEan italian softness filed
the air. And I wandered around, looking
for thorns and nettles, but found none of
them grew there. And walked forth and
saw the sun rise, and said, "When will
it set again?" and the sun sank not. |
day apparel, and l said. "When |
will they put on workingman's garb |
again and delve in the mine and swelter at |
the forge2" but neither the garments nor |
the robes did they put off. And wandered |
in the suburbs, and l said: "Where do l
they bury the dead of this city?" and 1 |
looked along by the hills where it would 1
be most beautiful for the dead to sleep, |
and l saw castles, and towns, and battle- |
ments, but not mausoleum, nor monu- |
ment, nor white slab could I see. And I |
went into the great chapel of the town, and /
1 said: "Where do the poor worshipp |
Where are the benches on which they sit?"
and q voice answered: ave have no poor
in this great city," And / wandered out,
seeking to find the place where were the /
novels of the destitute; and l found
mansions of amber and ivory and gold, but
no tear did see nor sigh hear. was be-
wildered, and sat under the shadow of q
great tree and said: "What am I and
whence comes all this?" And at that mo-
ment there came from among the leaves,
skipping up the howery paths and across
the sparkling waters, very bright and
sparkling group; and when l saw their step
knew IT. and when henrd their voiceR I j
thought knew them but their apparel
was so different from anything 1 had ever
seen, bowed, stranger to stranger. But
after awhile, when they clapped their
hands and shouted, "Welcome! welcomed"
the mystery was solved, and saw that time
had passed, and that eternity had come,
and that God had c,athared us nm into n